A poem about abandonment and neglect. |
Final Breath I walk through a world of strangers, a world where no one seems to care and the truth remains hidden with plenty of pain to spare. All I ever wanted was a family to call my own, but their drugs meant too much to them so they left me here, alone. Deep in the night they took me to an unfamiliar place, and left me here with nothing but the tear stains on my face. I sit on these rainy streets wondering when my next meal will come. The cold, damp air pierces through me and my body starts to go numb. Desperate tears run down my face as I beg for help from those passing by, but with their empty eyes they push me away and leave me here to cry. I try to convince myself that there's a reason to be strong; a reason to keep living, despite everything that's wrong; but those who claim they'll help me to get my life back on track, make meaningless promises to my face without ever looking back. I didn't ask for this life - I didn't ask to be pushed away - I begged them not to cast me out but they did it anyway, so I force the tears back inside of me as I begin to accept my death and I close my eyes, one last time, to take my final breath! |